Elven Princesses Novels & Stories

When she finished I heard a rustle go through the room as all the fairies of the court bowed to the new crown princess. “You can’t be the next fairy queen because I, Ellenora Sprite, am the only heir to this throne.” Said the princess with a dash of disbelief in her tone. “Ellenora, enough,” said the prince, “the only reason you were heir and your father king was because I refused to bring my human wife and halfling child into this kingdom. Now that Raven Hunter is here, she is now the crown princess and rightful heir to this kingdom.” Raven just looked on with amusement. I could see an argument was about to ensue so I hurried back to my friends then spoke before anyone else could

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

He looked different with a receding hairline a bulgy figure with a dirty grey coat with mud-stained tattered old boots and a grey shirt with patches of brown and deep crimson shades, no doubt filled with the blood of others. “That’s good Cyrus,” Jeremy spoke up voice low and calm. “The witches; the ones that run away, I want them found and I want them dead. They’ve served their purpose. Have some of my children close by. I've heard that the elven princess is around. She’s the only link to the damn forest I want that Forest.” “But master, Amoria is ripe for the taking, we're already winning we just-”

The gifts have been arriving throughout the past five days ever since word got out that the eye of Elowen's crown has awakened. The goal is to show unwavering loyalty and profound admiration to the mighty princes before one of them gains the crown's potent powers and becomes the king above all alpha kings. No meager gifts like slaves or exotic horses have been sent. I am also sure that kings will be bringing their beautiful daughters in hope that they might catch the eye of the crown's heir. But it is obvious who every one of the Princes would be pleased to marry with or without the crown. The famous Princess and future alpha queen of Silvermere, Rowena, is said to be an angel living among m

Their eyes also carefully watched my every move, seeking a plea sign of any kind that would justify a forced rescue. "Crown Prince Adrian wishes to reunite Ms. Evelina Kohler and the North Mountain Pack refugees with Alpha Xavier, who stays at Blackmer Forest in Alpha Caroline's territory. We mean no harm. Once their safety is guaranteed, we will return to ou-r k-ingdom." I stutter with the heaviness in my words. Speaking it aloud made the reality permanent. Even if I leave one day, the Ice Phoenixes' kingdom is my home.

That hadn’t happened quite so much after Queen Eleanor’s passing, though he knew Magnus had counselled her that sadness wasn’t what her mother would have wanted or expected. Reminded of her duty, the younger of the two princesses had made beautiful things to decorate some of the common areas. Her needlework was praiseworthy, according to many, and she had a talent for whittling. Not quite so ladylike. That had made him smile, until he saw the little stags and hedgehogs which abounded, all fashioned from wood. Their likeness to the real thing was amazing.

She winked at us and smiled, “Yes they did.” Then Levi approaches us with a tiny blonde woman with bright blue eyes. She was just too cute for words. Levi smiled, “Breena Pari, of the Fairy Kingdom, meet my brother, Prince Elliot and his new mate… is that Elisabeth?!” Elliot and I laugh, and I chime in, “Elisabeth of the White Witch Coven. But it’s just Elisa now.” Levi laughs, “Bro! All of our prayers were answered!” Elliot smiles, “Yes they were. If you’ll excuse us, we want to talk to Queen Winnie and mom and dad.” Levi chuckles, “In a hurry to get out of here?” Elliot laughed and just shook his head as we walked away.

I resisted the urge to sneer. “I will not be around forever; the time for a new ruler is coming. All the other Princesses have accepted betrothals. Even your sister has taken it up with the Prince of Chamber, but it is not her birthright to form alliances with the other kingdoms. It is yours, Kiara.” “Arsenal is hardly the kingdom I’d like to ally with.” I turned away from him.

The fabric caught light like water holds sky, perfect attire for an audience with Aunt Valinor, Queen of the Seelie Court herself. The silver circlet felt cool against my fingertips as I lifted it from its resting place. Ocean waves frozen in silver, that's what the craftsman had captured in those intricate twists and delicate loops. The pearl at its center caught the light, winking at me like a tiny moon. My throat tightened. Princess of the Seelie Fae, a title that now felt as heavy as the crown itself.

"What do you need, then? Your incompetence is no longer enough." "Two princesses of the witch race are here, genuine." "This will be the first time I will kill a princess." Kratos smiles and starts walking to the reception room being followed by Lacios. Princess Angèle Benoit is the eldest daughter and heir to the sovereignty of witches. She is eighteen years old, her hair is red and her eyes amber. A thin, upturned nose, round face. Her essence is the magic of nature, but thanks to the Blue Belle jewel, passed down from generation to generation, it also has powers of illusion and speed. The witches' race has five princesses, and each one has a jewel, namely: